Thursday, May 07, 2015

Vermont

two-lane near derby,
th’customs guy won’t mind th’lack ‘f cash,
and, nice day for walking
(11-16)








made his own cabin,
headwaters ‘f th’connecticut
end ‘f june, takes ‘s art t’town
(2-16)






small-town fourth parade,
a texan learns - vermont too
was once a country
(5-13)






barre picnic – th’kid
likes th’fisher, who kills th’porc’pine
without getting hurt
(2-16)





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hard work, rocky soil
neighbors, frog run farm kids got
something in common
(2-17)





old yards, train hist'ry,
weeds and granite, fresh coffee -
white river junction
(5-10)










white river junction
th’old man tells how th’states’re diff’rent
might look th’same from th’train
(11-16)








hiking in the greens,
she steps between bear and cub -
moment's grace prevails
(5-13)









fam'ly in bristol,
deep ponds on the new haven
cleanse her of judgment
(11-13)









farmer slows down, miffed
by august big city traffic -
streets of rutland
(5-10)










lentil soup ‘n’ potatoes –
th’spuds’re fresh picked, only thing ‘t grows
‘n th’rocky kingdom soil
(11-16)









kingdom soil's rocky -
but those kids got something from
their back forty
(12-13)









green mountain valley –
th’white steeple, th’perfect center,
th’leaves turn around it
(2-16)








stowe maid's illusions,
she says, like those ginkgo leaves -
lost 'm all in one day
(12-13)







read twenty classics
hopes t’finish de maupassant
in th’deer hill lean-to
(2-16)











through hiker in greens -
somehow stopped seeing colors
't thirty miles a day
(2-14)










colors ‘f saint johnsb’ry
town square sage, wisdom’s easy
when his wood’s all cut
(11-16)







in th’back, th’welsh hiker –
gap ‘n understanding, but th’leaves
‘f th’kent road blaze ‘n glory
(3-17)







through hiker, dazed ‘n’ tired
in th’greens, pushing f’r katahdin,
th’colors’ve begun t’fade
(11-16)








quite th’pretty picture,
tucked in th’flaming greens, th’village –
only guess th’drama
(2-17)









back ‘f th’tiny wagon,
third hiker, packs ‘n then th’fiddle –
from th’or’nge square, th’road t’kent
(7-15)









climbs up into greens,
flees raked leaves, small town, old flame
for th'nomad's campfire
(5-10)








tried t’sell him rabbits,
‘n th’french car – back t’ward burlington,
th’first snows catch him
(11-16)









stowe ski holiday
interrupted - car off road,
flipped over on skis
(1-07)








wintered at stowe f'years,
didn't know how cold it was
'til his tire went flat
(12-13)






ferrisburgh farmer,
holtz house woodpile makes it clear
he’s seen a bit ‘f snow
(2-17)






snowed in, brattleboro
even in a friendly town,
‘t’s like solitary
(12-15)






snowed in, brattl’boro
th’scholar didn’t reckon with
th’forces of nature
(11-16)






near plainfield, th’blizzards
back 'n th’days ‘f th’communes, th’newcomers
stayed real close to th’fire
(7-17)






northeast kingdom roads
look alike, snow on signs, wound
up in canada...
(9-05)





fifty years milking
vermont cows - goes south one march
and has heart attack
(8-05)





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milked cows ‘n th’horse farm road
fifty years they did th’same thing,
took a break ‘n march, ‘n’ died
(2-17)









fresh maple syrup,
she gives him rutland's finest -
in french, stammered praise
(5-13)








may rains, kingdom roads,
crowded car, soft voice, her dream –
organic farming
(8-15)





mud season drizzle –
she’s not sure norton townsfolk
really know nothing
(8-15)




blooming laurel’s tale –
parts ‘f lost pond bog are squishy,
but that’s where i live
(2-17)





lots ‘f fish ‘n otter creek
stay on th’road, though, mud season,
it’s easy t’get stuck
(7-16)








to th’morgan horse farm,
may morn, t’shovel, but at lunch,
nixon on th’t v
(7-16)









mud season farmer
asked if he knows which way to
barre, says just "yes"
(3-10)







vacationing ‘n th’greens
leaves th’mud ‘n th’new york plates, t’avoid
th’disdain of th’locals
(11-16)






stopped in montpelier -
this dusty boxcar, refuge
from constant june rains
(1-15)








kingdom wanderer
crossed border by accident -
spent june explaining
(1-12)







on foot ‘n middlebury
only th’locusts seem t’use th’roads,
whole night t’get t’new york
(2-17)

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